He got his permit yesterday. This evening, he drove me to a little restaurant to get takeout for supper. He did really well. We had to drive past the spot of that horrible wreck he saw last fall. He was a little freaked but recovered well.

Mom, well, not so much. There is so much I don't have any control over. And it's scary.

The other kinda sad part for me is that this is yet another part of life that ds15 gets to experience but ds22 doesn't. He was asking me last night if I thought he'd ever get to get his permit.

It sucks. It really sucks.

Me, 50. (How did THAT happen??)
Him, 42 (JMSSC)
married 20 years. In R. We are making it. The past does not define who we are today.